Ophelia
She was the most innocent
of people, the most loyal
daughter. A delicate flower,
a rose representing true love
for one man. Some saw her as a pawn
and tried to take advantage of her death-
defying beauty. And like death
her damasked innocence
was inevitable. She was her father's favorite pawn,
answered to every request, loyal
as a dog. She did it all for love
that couldn't be returned. She picked flowers
in her spare time making crowns of daisies
to wear. She brought them to their deaths
but she made them with the care and love
she once gave to a man. Innocent
in affection but a veteran in loyalty
made her effortlessly become a pawn
in the matters of the heart. A pawn
who was willingly deflowered
to show him the loyalty
she had for him. 'Til death
do us part' she'd giggle innocently
as they'd bask in the glow of a love's
embrace. Little did she know he can't love
her the way she wants. She felt like a pawn
for the first time. She realized being innocent
can't help one escape reality, just as poppies
at a funeral can't mask pain from the death
of a loved one. She was through with being loyal.
For the first time she was being loyal
to herself, after years of empty love
from her father and Hamlet had filled her body with death
and insanity. No more will she pawn
her sanity for other's use. She peacefully picked baby's breath
in the warmth of the sun and remained forever innocent.
They say Ophelia was a loyal daughter, a gullible pawn
whose love for others blinded her. It led her to flower
fields by a river where death approached and claimed the innocent.
